Love, Lie Low

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Poetry.

Submitted: July 23, 2011

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A big white Mastiff
sits atop a flower crowd.
Mane surrounded by
a dark, despairing black cloud.
The people's leader
has a bark that isn't loud,
but disobey him?
The furthest thing from allowed.

Raindrops, then showers pouring,
heartache and lovers' mourning.
Sound the gong of death!
Lest the Criminal takes another breath!
Bong!
Bong!
Lest the Criminal takes another breath!

Happiness is a
broken, wooden bridge they say.
Heartbreak's nearing now,
sadness is a step away.
All these tales you hear,
better times, believe, you may.
But life's uncertain;
love only leads one astray.

Raindrops, then showers pouring,
heartache and lovers' mourning.
Sound the gong of death!
Lest the Criminal takes another breath!
Bong!
Bong!
Lest the Criminal takes another breath!

A big white Mastiff
sits atop a flower crowd.
Mane surrounded by
a dark, despairing black cloud.
The people's leader
has a bark that isn't loud,
but disobey him?
The furthest thing from allowed.


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